NOMAD pt. 1
Sand covers the land, Time stands still,Nothing moves in all he surveys,
Ponders beyond vista's what if ?,
What would it be like if others existed,
Off in the distance, Above the mountains,
Darkness fast approaches , A storm,
Faint sounds of thunder, Lightning,
The parched land hungers for what it will never have,
With every step, A slight breeze,
Shifts the sand at his feet, Colors,
Colors swirl and ripple,
Like the dry waves in a land of sand,
Sand storms form on the horizon,
Sand devils form and whirl, Spinning like tops,
Chasing each other and then disappear,
Only to form again a few yards away,
Mini tornado's picking up the chase,
Towering above the landscape,
Searching, Always searching,
One day he won't know for what ,
But for now, In this land, looking,
A lost tribe, Another nomad, Another time,
Never knowing where he is, Yet never lost,
His companion is his thoughts, Memories,
Even these one day will fade, Yet,
Yet he goes on, I guess it's the nature of the man,
Something instilled in him, From a time,
A time when all was right, no loneliness,
Survival, Shelter for the night, one more day,
Maybe , Just maybe, One more day........
Richard E. Cartledge (PHOENIX) 9/5/09
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